Chapter 221 Black and White Scale Wings

The night deepened.

The night was as dark as a huge army in armor. Even the light of the crescent moon could hardly penetrate the layers of encirclement. It took great effort to let a faint ray of brightness flow to the earth.

The Gowell Cliffs seemed to be in complete silence and coldness. The noisy winds no longer howled, and the naughty snowflakes no longer fell.

The light of the lamp man's skull was about to go out, the winter man froze himself, the opening man indulged in the hole, the moth man peeled the skin and bones, and the cup man ate the meat.

The broken ones were broken like ice chips, and the sprouts were dry like rotten wood.

The invading foreigners had all fallen at this moment. They fell into the heterogeneous desires of their own nature, almost completely closed their five senses, leaving only the touch of tasting pain and the taste of tasting sweetness, and turned a deaf ear to everything happening in the outside world.

But from time to time, the cliffs still flashed with sharp silver light, orange fireworks and exploding gunshots.

The aging moth and the pale moth collided again, and the deformed red claws attacked swiftly and insidiously like ghosts, protruding from an unnoticeable position, and seemed to lightly scratch the young chest.

The claw blade with a metallic luster was just like a large army approaching, slashing down heavily from top to bottom, directly cutting off a rotten and curled ear.

But if there were other clear-minded and strong people watching at this time, and their sharp eyesight could catch the two ghost-like and elusive moths.

They would be surprised to find that the parts of the two moths that were attacked seemed to be attached with continuous damage.

The torn flesh and blood seemed to be rolling over by themselves, as if there was still a pair of invisible big hands in the void.

The big hands were extending their colorless and shapeless fingers, picking up the skin on both sides of the wound, and pulling it out of the body violently, trying to tear off the tough skin and the tough flesh and blood completely, throwing them to the ground, so that the wound would spread further.

It was as if the attacks of the two moths contained some strange laws that could control and command the flesh, and could force the flesh and blood of the opponent's injured parts to fall off by themselves.

So every time the two moths fought and collided, a lot of blood and broken skin and flesh splashed all over the black snow.

But the really weird and unpredictable phenomenon was still behind - I saw that the splashed flesh and blood were still wriggling actively after rolling on the ground!

The broken flesh and blood seemed to be jumping, dancing, and more like struggling and twisting... In short, these broken flesh and blood seemed to contain strange vitality, even if they were separated from their original bodies, they could still survive for a while!

The two moths collided violently again. This time they used their heads as hammers to hit each other. The two foreheads collided heavily, and suddenly there was a bang like a bronze ancient bell.

This violent humming sounded in the heads of the two moths, as if the souls were about to be expelled from the life body in this shock.

The aging moth and the pale moth also strangely reached a certain resonance of emotions because of the buzzing soul vibration in their brains.

They seemed to be able to clearly sense the opponent's heart at that moment, thinking what he thought, thinking what he thought, and seeing what he saw.

So they all sensed the almost overflowing heterogeneous hunger and bloodthirsty desire in the opponent's wild heart!

Although the aging moth is old, his high-level sexual phase has given him powerful physical attributes. The parts where he was attacked have grown strange pink granulations in the rolled flesh. The granulations are like fine needles and threads, mending and stitching the damaged flesh together again.

Although the pale moth's weak heart is still beating in an orderly manner, trying to squeeze out the vitality of all cells in the body, it is ultimately a drop in the bucket - the speed of repairing the body is always slower than the speed of the body being injured.

The wounds that were originally only superficial skin injuries were infected by the moth's abandonment attached to the claws of the aging moth. The skin and flesh at the wounds struggled and screamed to escape, causing the wounds to spread further.

The superficial skin injuries became deeper

Although the pale moth's recovery ability is far inferior to that of the aging moth in front of it, it has weapons of blade and casting in its hands - sharp straight blades that can easily cut steel, and hot firearms containing the revelation of the casting time.

Each of its attacks is far more powerful and lethal than that of the aging moth.

The hot projectiles can even roll out complex cavities like ant nests in the decaying flesh.

The sharp straight blade is enough to carve shocking cracks on the rotten bones.

It is a serious injury that even the wriggling granulation cannot be sutured immediately. Even the broken bones and metal fragments will get stuck in the gaps between the flesh and blood, blocking the process of suturing and repairing the granulation.

After the pale moth and the fallen moth collided head-on, they retreated in unison, their scaly wings vibrating wildly.

The deadly cliff seemed to be stirred by the sound of flapping wings.

This strange flapping sound not only contained the irrational power that bewitched and drove people crazy, but also contained the voices of the two moths.

They seemed to be able to communicate with each other, and their words were transmitted with the sound of flapping wings.

"Too slow, too slow, too slow! Old man, is this all you can do?! It's even slower than an eighty-year-old woman! My grandma cuts steak faster than you!"

"Too weak, too weak, too weak! Little guy, is this all your strength?" The Aging Moth shouted, "Don't you have more powerful weapons? Just this little knife and a little pistol? Not enough, not enough at all!"

"Just relying on such a simple weapon, you expect to be able to kill me?! It's still far from enough!"

"Little guy, show me all your tricks!"

The Pale Moth just replied lightly: "No way, no way, old man, you don't expect these two sentences to be enough. Provoke me to pull out the trump card at the bottom of the box? ! "

"Too obvious, too stupid, too self-righteous! Old man, at such an old age, have you lived like a dog? "

"Such a simple provocation, you don't really think anyone will fall for it, right?"

The aging moth, whose trick was exposed, couldn't help but feel a little angry and embarrassed - as it continued to call on the moth phase's magic power and continued to endure the attack of the moth phase's magic power, its thinking was also silently corroded by the moth phase's wildness, useless rationality was gradually abandoned, and falsehood and disguise were shed.

But it did not continue to use words to express its inner anger, but directly used actions to implement its rage!

The aging moth suddenly waved its scales, and the stars of crazy scales rushed towards the pale moth in front.

However, among the rotten scales, there were also crushed wings of some rare Lepidoptera insects.

The population of this kind of rare insects has almost become extinct in the world, and the few remaining populations are also in the hands of those super-large secret forces.

The broken wing fragments in the hands of the aging moth are also rare treasures left by the ancestors of the family. The broken wings contain ancient and mottled power.

These broken wings can not only be used to draw various magic arrays, such as the powerful protective magic array in the bedroom of the aging moth that can resist lightning bombardment.

They can also be used directly as weapons - the inside of the broken wings flows with black and white colors, and after being activated by the moth phase magic power, they can be transformed into ancient greedy flying insects.

These flying insects from ancient times were the most feared disaster insects by ancient ancestors.

Those terrible histories will not be recorded in the public historical documents of the awakening world.

However, the aging moth once looked up relevant records in the family library - it is said that during the time of King Arthur, a terrible plague broke out on the island.

The virus of the plague does not corrode the health of organisms, nor does it affect the maturity of crops, but wherever the plague passes, the infected patients will lose their reason and consciousness, wandering around like zombies in a daze, until they meet normal people who are not infected with the plague, then they will reveal their brutal and bloodthirsty nature, flying up and biting the flesh and blood of normal people.

When King Arthur's knights cleared all the infected people, they found dense black and white blood tumors inside the skulls of these victims - that is, the eggs of this type of insects.

Countless black and white tiny insects immediately flew out of the blood tumor eggs, rushed into the armor along the gap of the mask, and completely submerged the knight's head.

Although the wings that have been ground into pieces can no longer reproduce the original appearance of the insects before they died, after being awakened by the moth phase magic, the insects will become more weird and more brutal!

The broken wings were lighter than paper. At this moment, as the breeze blew over the body of the pale moth, the light broken wings melted quickly as snow met flames as soon as they touched the warm body.

Melted into a pitch-black liquid, drilled into the pores of the skin, and then gathered again in the depths of the flesh and blood to form a strange insect whose shape was so ugly that it was difficult to describe it in words.

This ugly insect tried to continue to drill into the depths of the flesh and blood, trying to ride the flowing blood directly to the head of the infected, eroding the wisdom and brilliance in the skull.

However, when these ancient alien insects that had been revived for a short time finally came to the sweet brain they had dreamed of, and were about to feast on it... they saw the real great ancestor through the wrinkles on the surface of the brain tissue!

It's so hard to type on the train... The author will get up early tomorrow to make up for it